Feneena S Mohamed

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Being A Woman

I have never been
The ideal mother;
Nor a perfect teacher,
A poor preacher.
Forget being a nice daughter.
I condemn the wifely chores;
The heaviness of nights-
Nights beaten to pulp.
Still,
I breathe,
I look at the world
Through my rain soaked windows-
Flashing a teary monsoon smile.
On hot summer
While being lulled by
My air-conditioner-
I scorn,
I spurn,
The silly ideas
the crass ideals
that make a woman bound,
fettered, insane.
Denied the luxury of
A regular fever;
Denied the rice-gruel
Matched with spicy pulses-
I pop in pills
to cook, clean
and scrub.
I teach A, B, Cs to
Reluctant kids.

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